Ding Yiyi was worried about trying to grab Ye Chuyun's hand. He just touched his fingertips and was evaded by him. He smiled gently at her and lowered his voice and said, "Rest assured."

Ding Dacheng snorted at the door, "Don't catch up yet."

Watching their backs disappear in the doorway, Ding Yi curled up her fingers. If she hadn't happened to touch his fingers, she would not have known that he was nervous. Ding Mei-rong said by the way, "Yiyi, I think that boy is good too. What's important is that he doesn't spend his time and is good for you?"

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